Who: Brooke Maddox and Open What: Showing up Where: Some bar When: Wednesday night Warnings: None at the moment but this could change and will update if it does. Status: Open, In progress.
A scream filled the car of Brooke Maddox, slamming her hands on the steering wheel in anger and sadness. The tears had been running down her face since she had walked out of the house, refusing to stay in the same house as her father. Maddox’s weren’t good people, they were a danger to everyone around, especially when a killer was taking out people. It was time she owned that and learned to live with the fact her family was nothing but trouble even her. Jake would be alive if it wasn't for her family, Riley would be alive if it wasn't for her, and who knew the amount of blood on the hands of her family over the years.
Pulling down the visor, a groan left her lips at how gross she looked. “Get it together,” she ordered herself, wiping off the makeup on her face that made it noticeable that she had been crying before reapplying just a bit. She couldn’t go home. Brooke was tired of being the one who always had to fix everything, and she was tired of her father only needing her when it was to fix his image. Picking up her phone, she sent a text to Stavo, sending him an address to meet her. The guy was weird and Brook found herself actually liking the guy even if she’d say it was only because he was nice to her. If she texted her friends, she’d have to explain everything, and right now she wasn’t in the mood. Slipping her phone into her purse, Brooke stepped out of the car and walked into the store.
Normally, she was a little more picky about her alcohol choices, but tonight all she cared about was getting drunk. Grabbing a few bottles, she paid up front, flashing her winning smile. Everyone knew who she was; however, no one ever stopped her from buying and she was happy about that. Putting the alcohol in the back of the car, she started walking to the front of her car when a text came in. Glancing down to see an alright from Stavo only to look up and find herself…...somewhere that wasn’t where she was. Where the hell was her car?
This was so not her town! Running her fingers through her blonde hair, she took a deep breath. “Fuck this,” she grumbled to herself before heading down the street. Brooke had no idea where the hell she was, but this place had to have a bar. What place wouldn’t have one? Passing a club, she skipped over it not really looking club right to get her way in and found a hole in the wall type bar. Heading in, her eyes scanned over the area at the other people. For a moment, she thought about playing a guy into buying her a drink before cursing herself on trying to be a whole boring good person. Was it really worth it? Debating, she sat off to the side, looking at her phone. If a guy sent her a drink, it’d be rude to turn it down, but for the moment she’d behave on not using her charm to get what she wanted. Magic word being for the moment.